Hey, remember when I was being haunted by a numismatist from the great beyond a few months ago? I think he (or she) might be back, and this time has more than coins on the mind. I was just sitting around, minding my own business, bemoaning the fact that Britney apparently did not surprise us all with a VMA performance that hearkened back to the good old days and had decided that while waiting for Mad Men or Army Wives to come on, I might as well get a head start on my homework for next week. So, I reach over, click on my table lamp and the light bulb sparked momentarily before dying a spectacular death.
I grumbled about the extreme hardship that now faced me of uprooting myself from the sofa to go in search of another light bulb, and foraged around the house for about fifteen minutes until I finally remembered where I keep my stash. (This happens to me EVERY TIME I have to change a light bulb--I can NEVER remember where they are and they are ALWAYS in exactly the same place. Please tell me I'm not the only one with this affliction.) I discovered them in the top corner shelf of the laundry room (there, now I can check my blog next time I forget), clomped back downstairs, changed the bulb, and sat back down ready to begin my reading. I reached over to turn on the lamp, and... it sparked momentarily before dying a spectacular death.
GAH!
I repeated the aforementioned process once more, and hey howdy, guess what? The dadburned light bulb went out AGAIN! The hell?? Really, the only logical explanation is that my numismatist buddy is hanging out somewhere in the general area of my right shoulder, sucking up all of the energy produced by each light bulb I attempt to turn on. I'm beginning to think it's time to do some research to find out if our house is built on top of some ancient Indian burial ground or something. And also, why do these things always happen when Colby is not at home??
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to change the light bulb once more and get to that thrilling reading on the educational psychology of personal, social and emotional development, but assuming that I am not struck dead during the night by my ghostly visitor, I'll be back soon to dish on Disney World, The Hills, my new job, and whatever else might strike my fancy between then and now.
Oh, and if you know of any get exorcised quick techniques, do please feel free to share.

Ooh. Am I the first?
Well, don't know much about exorcism- just wanted to say I love Army Wives. Sad but true. I should know better... :)
Posted by: mandy | September 08, 2008 at 08:44 AM
I, too, love Army Wives, and fully intend to adhere myself to the couch this morning to watch it on DVR (do NOT write a spoiler until about 7:00am PST!).
As for exorcism, here's a link: http://www.trosch.org/msn/exorcism-prayer.html
Yeah, I know, the Catholic Church strikes again :-)
Posted by: LK | September 08, 2008 at 02:46 PM
I do this ALL the time. I'll randomly open a closet and find a stash of papertowels/lightbulbs/cat toys/etc. that I put there so I'll remember them only to immediately forget they're there.
And I love Army Wives too!
Posted by: Celia | September 08, 2008 at 07:29 PM
Maybe first you could try politely asking the ghost to leave. I always try to be polite when there are possibly ghosts in the vicinity. The mister is much more forceful, i.e., "You gotta cut that shit out, now."
But I would stick with a polite request for now, especially as you're home solo.
Posted by: Fraulein N | September 08, 2008 at 08:23 PM
OOOHHHH, spooky! Not sure what to tell ya. Know a priest or something? :) Oh, and I always remember where my light bulbs are at. Considering I have only bought one three pack in two years it doesn't really matter---love those energy saving bulbs! By the way, love your sunglasses in your profile photo and I have some fun news on my place. eeeeee! :)
Posted by: CurlySue | September 08, 2008 at 10:11 PM
okay that is just creepy. i would have been freaked out too, shudder.
Posted by: katelin | September 09, 2008 at 01:02 AM
"All I had is oregano and a Fresca." (Reference from "Friends" where Phoebe asks Monica for sage branches and sacramental wine.) I'm convinced all my light bulbs get damaged on the way home from the store.
I follow "Mad Men"--it's like some compelling, horrifying train wreck I can't look away from.
Posted by: Kate P | September 09, 2008 at 04:23 AM
Well, that sucks. As far as excorcising the ghost who has decided to take up residence in your home, I've got nothing.
Maybe something is wrong with your lamp?
Posted by: E.P. | September 09, 2008 at 04:53 AM
Yes, but did you at least remember where the stash was the second time? :) I also usually have to check a couple of places for my stash whenever one goes out.
I also watch Mad Men -- totally different from working at an agency in 2008.
Posted by: Becky | September 09, 2008 at 06:10 PM
I swear to this day that my college dorm room was haunted... there were WAY too many things that happened unexplainably! :)
As far as exercising, I have tried the "Walk away the pounds" dvds and while they're pretty silly (it just feels weird to me when I walk in place) the three-mile one actually gets me sweating! They're quick because you can just pop in a 1,2, or 3 miler and do it in the privacy of your own home - so no weather excuses. :)
:) Becky
p.s. Can't wait to hear about Disney! I used to work there and hubby & I are planning a trip in February!
Posted by: Becky | September 09, 2008 at 06:19 PM
HAHAHA -
I just realized you said exOrcising, not exErcising...
LOL
Sorry...
:) Becky
Posted by: Becky | September 09, 2008 at 06:20 PM
Oh man, I would have been freaking out like you would not believe if that happened to me! Creepy! Did it work the last time??
Posted by: Caro | September 09, 2008 at 09:25 PM
Yeah that would creep me out. I hate it when it pops once the bulb dies. Scares me every time.
Posted by: Jessica | September 11, 2008 at 04:57 AM
That is really weird. REALLY weird. It sounds like you're not horribly freaked out by it. I would be more curious than freaked.
How are your parents? Did they make it through the hurricane OK?
Posted by: RisibleGirl | September 13, 2008 at 02:47 AM